"It'll be a tragedy before you've played it out," I told her.
She was quite thoughtful for a moment or two, and when she spoke again I could see her discretion obviously declining a challenge that her curiosity longed to take up.
"David's perfectly free to do whatever he likes," she answered, a shade combatively. "I'm not going to decide anything for the present; life's far too much fun, and we've got all eternity before us. He's in no hurry either."
"I thought he was in treaty for that moorland cottage," I said.
"Oh, that was merely a passing brain-storm. I told him the life I was leading, and he thought it over and decided to let me have my fling—so considerate of him!—and when I'm tired of vanities, if neither of us has found anyone better and either of us has got any money, v'là tout!"
With an exquisite wave of her hand she dismissed the subject and invited me to admire her dress, which was more transparent than most but otherwise not remarkable.
"Why don't you both have the honesty to admit you've made a mistake?" I asked.
"It amuses him," said Sonia tolerantly.
"And you?"
She gazed across the room with her head on one side.